There are occasions on which all apology is rudeness.

There is scarcely any writer who has not celebrated the happiness of rural privacy, and delighted himself and his reader with the melody of birds, the whisper of groves, and the murmur of rivulets.

Nothing is little to him that feels it with great sensibility.

The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high road that leads him to England.

Mankind have a great aversion to intellectual labor; but even supposing knowledge to be easily attainable, more people would be content to be ignorant than would take even a little trouble to acquire it.

Happiness consists in the multiplicity of agreeable consciousness.

Those who attempt nothing themselves think every thing easily performed, and consider the unsuccessful always as criminal.